I have enjoyed reading and learning ever since I was three years old and begged my parents to read to me. Of course, only my mother was able to read to me because my father was busy working all hours and flying to and from the countries he was sent to for setting up new companies in foreign countries. He was usually gone for several days, a week at most. At the age of three I was allowed into preschool. I loved it so much I insisted on attending the following year. Through the years, I ranked as one of the brightest students in my class. I was a committed and determined student who never turned in a late assignment. During my senior year, instead of taking the senior literature class that my classmates were taking, I chose to go to our local college and attend a college literature class offered by SDSU. My final grade was an A. This grade led me to the realization that I was destined to be an English major. I am also considering pursuing an education degree, so that I will be able to teach a high school literature class. High school is where the beginning of life happens for every person. High school students pursue what they like to do in an environment that allows them to do so. I would also enjoy putting my English major to exceptional use and writing novels that has a different meaning to everyone that reads it.